This is a story about an acquaintance that later became my first FWB. But first a little something about myself to paint you a picture, I’m Teo (18) at the time, 6,2ft, I was a basketball captain and worked out and had more of a bulky muscle figure. I have blond hair and deep ocean blue eyes apart from that my cock isn’t as impressive as most I read in the stories it is an average 6 inches long with slightly above average girth. I was never really complimented for my looks, but I knew women in Thailand where this story is taking place used to call me “Falang” or “Farang” which can be translated to “White starched water from soaking the rice” as I was told which is an expression complimenting Caucasian skin. This story as any other story has built up with background after which we will dive into the naughtier side for which some of you might be here for so for those, I marked the part where we get into with *****.
Category: gonewildstories
My ex best friend confessed she was in love with me last week so I paid her a visit last night [MF]
On a drunk Saturday night a week back, my ex-best friend confessed she was in love with me.
She found out her longtime boyfriend cheated on her with her sister’s friends without a condom. So I thought maybe it was the anger or alcohol talking. Either way I told her I’d come visit her new apartment in the coming week.
Last night, I finally got some free time. I drive 45 minutes from where I live in what I could only describe as the middle of nowhere. She greets me with a smile and the most platonic half hug I’ve ever received from a woman. Okay….maybe it was the anger talking.
We sit on her couch – she’s got a pretty big sectional so we are relatively far from each other. She’s halfway through drinking a lemon drop martini and I ask if I can get a drink. At this point if I’m not shaking on the outside, I’m definitely shaking on the inside. She lists off a couple options and I jokingly say, “how about a shot?” She says sure and heads for her cabinet. I tell her she’s gotta take one too and responds “duh I’m not gonna let you drink alone!”
I want to be fucked by an old man who is over 60 years old [F]
I used to hear that girls are sometimes secretly groped by perverts in public places, but it always seemed to me that these were just rumors, but unexpectedly I came across such a phenomenon.
In the morning, the bus is not crowded. I’m standing in the middle of the salon. Suddenly I feel someone’s hands below my back. At first I thought that it was probably inconvenient for a person to stand, or he could not get to the handrail, but everything turned out to be much more interesting. The movements of this hand could not be attributed to accidental touches, they grabbed my hips and buttocks and even tried to pinch me. Honestly, I was confused and just poked someone from behind with my elbow, apparently it worked, they stopped touching. After the stop, the cabin became freer and I noticed an empty seat next to the old man. I thought that he was already too old and everything would be fine. But when I sat down next to him, I realized that everything would be quite the opposite. He touched my legs with light touches, allegedly accidentally. I even got a little excited and pretended not to notice. This went on for some time and when the bus pulled up to the next stop, he put his hand on my knee and held it up almost got under my skirt and then hurriedly left.
Fun with my mouth and tongue on her [MF]
I loved having fun going down on my closest female friend, the two most memorable moments was last time we met.
After filling her pussy with my hot cum I pulled my dick out, she was still bent over doggystyle for me with her big ass up in the air.
I then kissed down the left side of her labia to her massive clit. I took it all in my mouth, it was almost going down my throat. It felt like 2 inches thick.
I asked if she could turn over for me, I said “let me see if I can deepthroat it.” I made sure to take it all in my mouth again.
Not too long of me doing that she was bucking her hips fucking my mouth, cumming hard and having the best orgasm of her life. As I grabbed her ass pushing her the deepest in my mouth.
I held her clit in my mouth until she was almost falling asleep. Then she got up to use the washroom as I followed her there.
Inside she sat on the toilet to pee fully naked still as I laid my head on her thigh waiting to hear her wonderful stream.
My adventures with “First Weekend Gabe” – Part 2 [MF]
Gabe and I hooked up the first weekend of spring semester during my junior year of college (see previous post). I was in a particularly wild phase, and that semester was probably the wildest part of the phase. The night… I mean morning we had together was very good – and surprisingly, we were completely sober. I figured maybe we may do it again considering we were both very attracted to each other. Turns out, he wasn’t into random hook ups, and I wasn’t exactly ready for a relationship. Things got pretty awkward between us for the rest of the semester, and he lived right across the hall which didn’t help the situation.
Fast forward almost 7 months to the very beginning of senior year. It’s our first weekend back on campus and I’m feeling weird about things. Most of my friends graduated, including this guy who I unfortunately was madly in love with (see my other posts). I never actually admitted my feelings to anyone. Side note, his girlfriend was in my year and she didn’t like him being friends with any girls, especially me. She was still starting drama senior year with him gone (though he would come back for the occasional visit). Anyway, this story isn’t about him but the point is I felt weird that he was gone and so were many of my friends. So many people were upset about graduating, but I was so excited to be done with a full-time education after that year and had built up senior year in my mind to be an epic party. However, this first weekend back felt different and I just missed my friends.
Despite my mixed feelings towards senior year, I was still going out for our first Friday back on campus with some of my good friends who had not graduated. We went our usual college bar right off campus after some pregame drinks in our apartment. I still think the last fuck I ever gave about reputation lingers in the stale smoke filling that windowless establishment to this day. It mingles there with the last bit of my dignity, trying to hide from the spilled Fireball and wasted cocaine the surely remains caked into the cracks on the bathroom floor.
My friends found our way to the bar tipsy at about 12:30am. Fashionably late for everything as usual. I wore a spaghetti strapped black studded mini dress that hugged my body just right paired with very high black wedge peep-toe booties. I was killing it and I knew it, but most of the hot guys were off the menu – graduated, with their girlfriends, etc. My hot friend who I would hook up with on occasion wasn’t even around for our first weekend thanks to his brother’s wedding. How rude. Couldn’t he have chosen a better wedding date? Despite all this, the music was good and the drinks were flowing. I pulled my usual Houdini act and disappeared most of the night to chat up the guys who would buy me drinks despite never getting with me. The victim of the night was way too nice. This guy should have seen the red flags from me from a mile away. This night he bought me a couple drinks and a shot before I walked away drunk so I could reappear to my friends. When I found them, they were decently drunk and didn’t even ask where I was. They were used to this.
Next thing I knew, a song came on that for some reason had become part of the class theme. A friend grabbed my arm and pulled me to this crowded wooden platform which was a poor excuse for a dance floor. The bar was hot and the air was heavy – late August heat, and was there air conditioning in that place? Couldn’t tell you, but I’m sure I never felt it. Anyway, this “dance floor” was packed as my friends and I danced close together, one arm in the air, the other holding our drinks. I’m not sure how we managed not to spill our drinks everywhere, because you couldn’t move without bumping into at least 3 other people. This is how I moved a fraction of an inch back and bumped straight into First Weekend Gabe. I had no idea he had been right next to me this whole time. When I realized, it was him, we made that drunken eye contact you know is a wordless way hitting on each other. Basically, I wasn’t surprised when he texted me an hour later asking where I was living that year.
I was actually staying in my friend’s apartment that night – I can’t even explain why since I don’t even know. I tried to explain this to drunk Gabe, but drunk me didn’t get the point across so I told him where I was (not sure why we didn’t go to his place which was very close). He came over and my friends who lived there were both asleep at this point. I was staying on their couch, which was not particularly comfortable, nor was it long enough to accommodate someone who is 6’3 like Gabe.
How things started is a little hazy, but I remember us hooking up on the couch and it being horribly uncomfortable, so we moved to the floor. Then, we got adventurous. My mischievous side came out, and I suggested moving things to the kitchen table. He bent me over the table for a bit before deciding to pick me up and sit me on the kitchen counter near the sink and pound while standing on the floor facing me. In our drunken state, somehow I ended up sliding into the kitchen sink and barely catching myself before my ass went all the way in. We ended up pausing here and laughing at the sloppy mess this turned into, and during this pause, I heard the noise of a door open and close. I’m 100% sure my friend definitely caught us having sex in the kitchen but was blacked out and didn’t remember any of it. She would have definitely brought that up.
The door incident, however, lead us to the final place of sexual activity for the night – the bathroom. We made our way down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door before going at it every which way we could. This guy really was lasting forever, much longer than the standard guy’s 2-minute drill. I paused the action and got on my knees on the hard bathroom floor to get him as wet as possible before he bent me over the sink for a bit. Then, we laid on the cold, hard floor. Neither of these positions were doing it due to lack of comfort and the coldness of the ground., but eventually I felt myself getting close to climax. A few minutes later, the extra wetness from my orgasm helped put him over the edge too. At least the sink nearby made for easy cleanup. To this day my friends like to say I had sex in more places of their apartment than they did. It’s true.
Even though neither of my friends recall interrupting us in the kitchen, my more sober (read: not blacked out) friend did remember trying to open the bathroom door in the middle of the night and it was locked. She paused for a minute and figured out what was going down in there before going back to bed. There was a new rule established the next day – no more sex in the bathroom. It’s a one bathroom apartment, after all… But no one was mad at me, it’s another thing we laugh about to this day. There was one more semester left of school, and one more first weekend left in college but I didn’t end up getting with Gabe. We actually never hooked up again, and he’s now married to the girl he started dating the weekend we graduated.
The time that Sticking my dick in Crazy was 100% worth it. [FM]
This is a really long one. The good shit starts at the asterisks
Please forgive the typos, I’m super turned on rn.
Alright, here it goes. My plunge into the other side of the post.
I’m a long-time lurker here and avid consumer of steamy narratives. Honestly for most of my life too. Even as a horny, hormonal chimpanzee of a teenage boy, I preferred poetic fuck-tales to pornos. Don’t get me wrong. There’s a handful of video’s floating on a layer of internet scum, that when I come across I turn into a got-damn werewolf.
But seriously, there’s nothing like firing up the imagination station with some well-written stimulus to transport my mind, heart, soul, and dick into an alternate dimension where I am super good at sex and everything feels really good. Ya know, rather than this one where I’m kind of ok at things and its bit of a wash between what feels awesome and what is scary as hell. I think it was Aristotle who said, “No one knows how to noodle your noodle, quite like your noodle.” The circle of life is a beautiful thing.
When i finally fucked my roommate part 2 [mf]
After i came it was her turn.
I had always known she had a drawer full of toys. Either by seeing them in the mail, conversation, or hearing the whirr of the vibrator next door.
Either way, i wasn’t expecting her to grab my sensitive, cum covered cock by the tip and lead me into her room. She opened up the drawer and said “pick one.” So i did.
She laid on her bed as i approached her with her rabbit vibrator. I slowly eased it in and let the vibrator do it’s thing. She said give me your cock so i moved up and let her control the vibrator. She took my hard cock in her mouth and started sucking as i caressed my cum into her tits and held her head with one hand. She was moaning even more on my cock than before and thrusting her hips against it rhythmically.
I could tell she was getting close and i was too. Again. She pulled out and said oh my god I’m going to cum. And her breathing intensified and her whole body flexed while she grabbed her sheets. The whole thing turned me on so much as i stroked myself watching I came immediately after her.
[MF] Caught a couple bar employees in Vegas getting busy in the bathroom during the brunch rush
Happened actually a few weeks ago at a well known sports bar kind of place that opens up right onto the strip. Sunday morning about 11am. Much of the strip is still asleep but those that are awake all appear to be seeking something to make them forget their Saturday night sins. Me included.
I’m flying solo and had just a handful of hours before going to the airport, so I still down at the bar, order a beer and a burger. There are three female bartenders working. All attractive. One blonde. Two brunette. There also appears to be a 30 something male manager who’s doing some running of food and drinks.
The hotter of the two brunette bartenders is taking care of me. She’s friendly enough but seems to be bringing the energy you’d expect on a Sunday. As she drops off my second beer, the place is getting busy. She says she’ll be back to check on me in a bit.
I’m just people watching and waiting for my food when I see her and the manager go together into a bathroom. I see it only because the bar is in the middle of the space and my seat gives me an eyeline straight to that bathroom door. I am not sure but I think they are “individual” bathrooms.
[M]y [F]irst encounter with Master
I was late arriving, Master was not impressed. This much was apparent as soon as he opened the hotel room door. His face was stern as he gestured for me to enter the room. I sheepishly walked in whilst popping the final buttons on my dress so my cleavage was fully exposed.
The tension in the room was electric. He stood back, looked me up and down, asked me to turn around whilst he surveyed his prey; in a tight fitting red dress, suspenders and high heels. “That’ll do” he said, before taking me in his arms and devouring my mouth, simultaneously running his hands all over my body – grabbing my ass and pulling me even closer to him, his erection bulging through his trousers. Although he hadn’t said it, I knew he approved.
“Get on your knees”.
I complied, undoing his belt and carefully unzipping his jeans, to reveal his throbbing erection poking out of his boxers. I looked up at him for permission, and he just stared down at me with his cold and expectant hazel eyes. I knew what I was supposed to do. I pulled out his lengthy dick, took it in my right hand and immediately started licking and sucking the tip, quickly taking as much into my mouth until I could take no more. He started fucking into my face but stopped when it got too much, he didn’t want to break his new toy that easily.
[F] Had dinner with my parents while a creampie soaking into my undies
I just came back home from a tinder hook-up, and was in a rush to take a shower and switch into fresh clothes. Because the guy I was with had promised to pull out (since im not on any birth control, stupid i know), but instead he ended up ejaculating while staying inside of me for the entire duration of his orgasm. Needless to say I could feel a whole sticky puddle of cum somewhere deep inside my pussy and there was no way to get it out easily.
Instead, my parents surprised me with the news that we were going out to a fancy restaurant.
I ended up sitting there with my siblings, father and mother, while feeling my panties getting gradually wetter and wetter with cum that kept on oozing out of my very sore pussy. Every time one of them told a joke and I accidentally laughed, I could literally feel another squirt of cum slipping right out of me and into the wet fabric.
When I finally got home and had a chance to remove my pants, it straightup looked like I had peed myself, thats how damp my panties were.